Using Death Games to Rise Above, I Lock Up My Yandere Master

"...Get on your knees and drink the milk. No hands."

The petite, yandere witch always strokes my cheek with her cold fingertips, treating me like a doll she can humiliate as she pleases.

I loathe her touch and hate her sick, suffocating love, but the contract leaves my body powerless to resist, making it cry out in shame...

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I was once the noble daughter of a prestigious family, but after being betrayed and framed, I became a prisoner.

Now I'm just the yandere witch's exclusive maid, collared and locked in a gilded cage like a songbird.

Every day, in addition to serving tea and water, I have to put up with her twisted sense of fun and her unreasonable demands.

The contract forces my body to submit, but every second, my heart yearns for revenge.

Five times!!!

If I can clear the death game five times, I'll get the chance to turn my blade on my owner!

Even as a slave maid, I can drag my owner down with me and fight her to the bitter end!

[Outwitting scheming beauties in desperate situations? A piece of cake.]

[Securing the final chance to survive in a blood-soaked death match? Just another day.]

[Falling in love with me because I saved you? Please don't.]

[Trying to trap me in the game forever and make me yours alone? You're asking to die.]

You capricious yandere witch, keep raising me on that sick, cloying love of yours. ❤️

The day I clear the game will be the day we switch places!

Just you wait, my poor, adorable mistress...

Next time, I'll defeat you with my own hands and make you taste what it's like to be under my foot, crying and begging for mercy!